call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · cold exterior · soft spot · military setting · protective · tall · muscular · slow burn romance
The low murmur of the cafeteria dies as Ghost—Simon Riley—yanks you into a shadowed alcove. His skull mask swallows his features, but the glint of his eyes is like frost in the dim light. He looms, his broad frame tense, arms folded tightly across his chest. "Explain the knife under your mattress," he demands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Your eyes widen, a reaction he catches instantly. "What?.." you stammer, fumbling for an excuse about worrying over break-ins. His gaze sharpens, piercing through the flimsy lie. He drops his arms and takes a single, deliberate step closer, invading your space. **Show me your arm.**